Weekly (sort of *cough*) Drabble Challenge

[lawnnun.livejournal.com]

Rules:
1) A drabble is, by definition, a 100-word story therefore all responses should be 100 words exactly, no exceptions.
2) You may also choose to respond to this challenge with a five-minute sketch.
3)PLEASE put the word DRABBLE at the top of your post. That way people can easily spot the drabbles in amongst any reader comments they receive.

RATING:I don't think this should be limited so reader beware that they could be any rating (you could put it in the subject line if you feel it needs it)

PLEASE try to remember to make each drabble a comment in response to the original post. That way, if the comments start to collapse, the drabbles themselves should remain visible.

This week :  Jeeves and the Minor Domestic Disaster.  I just want to see Jeeves fucking up some domestic chore and working overtime to get his infallible image back in place before anyone  notices.

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[cherrypep.livejournal.com]

The Case Of The Saturday Scorcher

Bath, then breakfast. Stepping out of the steamy suds, I blinked the steam from my eyes, towelled vigorously and tottered back into the bedchamber for shirt and trews. As I combed my hair I sang a song, accompanying my mirror image, for it and I like to share a duet from time to time. My eyes travelled down to my shirt, white and crisply ironed, and lingered idly on the starched collar, where - I could not believe it - the snowy perfection of my left shoulder was marred by a scorch mark.

I tottered off to breakfast, brain abuzz. Should I speak, I wondered? Must I spoil this perfect Saturday with heartless critique?

I sat, opening the paper for camouflage. Jeeves shimmered in with coffee and toast. I held my breath, but he merely faded from the table, his errand done.

Relieved, I applied myself to the coffee and turned to the comic pages. A moment later, however, he returned. "I believe you will find a small article on page 17 of particular interest," he said, so I turned the pages, but found nothing there but an article about frogs. "Ah," he said, leaning over the table, "I refer to the small insert beneath." I read on, discovering that Pongo Twistleton, related to me by ties of society, had given notice of intent to pledge his troth. "The article," added Jeeves, so close that his breath was hot against my neck, my skin feeling the warmth of his own, "continues on the Society pages..."

Then he straightened abruptly, and said, "I believe you are wearing yesterday's shirt, sir. It is unfortunately rather stained."

I smiled brightly at him. "No harm done," I said cheerfully. "It's only a little scorch mark - "

"No, sir," said Jeeves. "It is advisable to replace the item before leaving the house. It may attract adverse comment." I looked down. He was right, too; the scorch mark had been a mere mirage. The left side of my collar was liberally daubed with the remnants of a lipstick kiss.

I retired to the bedroom, where I unbuttoned the beastly thing and substituted another, wishing I could remember the kiss in q. I had spent the previous night at the Drones, but those fine fellows shrink from anything more than a little discreet face-powder. Returning to the breakfast-table, I looked searchingly at Jeeves. Funny, I thought. I'd never noticed the redness of the man's lips - and wasn't something smeared on his cheek? But where there are clean shirts there is serenity of mind, and soon I was tackling the eggs and b. with nary a thought to the Mystery, as the fellow might've called it, of the Errant Rouge.

[rokikurama.livejournal.com]

<3 Best kind of domestic accident!

[haikitteh.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure I'll ever unravel this mystery, but I certainly enjoyed it!

[lawnnun.livejournal.com]

Cross-dressing Jeeves is the best Jeeves.

[random-nexus.livejournal.com]

Oho! I had to think on it a mo. Yes, nicely done!

[cherrypep.livejournal.com]

Jeeves Unstrung
An approximate drabble

When Aunt Agatha's necklace broke, Jeeves boxed and shelved the scattered seed-pearls. Entering the pantry ere her return, he found the box contained only a mouse's toothmarks. Concerned but composed despite Wooster's panic ('Let's go! Maine is nice this time of year!'), he purchased a ferret. It found the mousehole, but choked fatally on the mouse. Returning to the petshop, he bought a snake.

On the Aunt's arrival, she was handed a carefully-knotted cloth containing newly-rinsed pearls.

'I'm almost surprised,' she said tartly, 'that they haven't been stolen.'

'Oh, no,' said Wooster. 'Rather not. Do have some more snakehead sushi.'


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Need more drabble prompts. Also, guess which children's poem is repeating itself in my head today?

[lawnnun.livejournal.com]

I would have to assume The Little Old Lady Who Swallowed A Fly. XD

This is beautiful and hilarious and I'm about to post this week's challenge. Soon, I will have a computer of my own again and no longer have such a great excuse to always be late.

[random-nexus.livejournal.com]

OMG! That's brilliant. Yes, it has to be the Little Old Lady Who Swallowed A Fly, as Lawnnun says.
Fun!

[random-nexus.livejournal.com]

DRABBLE: First Time Love And Kitchen Disasters
(I fear I couldn't squish this down to one drabble, chaps and chappets; thus I give you the old double-drabble wheeze.)

Jeeves had a distressingly distracted morning. Reaching for the tea, he winced, fingers alighting upon the Assam blend instead of Darjeeling; crouching for the baking sheet for the scones, he gave a soft gasp and shiver, consequently forgetting the egg and sugar. Turning his head for the timer, he halted as his collar rubbed against the bruise hiding at the base of his neck. Scones in the oven and the kettle refilled, Jeeves sat—cautiously—at the kitchen table with a cup of strong black coffee, eyes distant, replaying memories of the first night ever in his beloved Bertram’s bed.

Bertie shuffled into the kitchen, finding the smell of burnt pastry, a cup shattered on the floor by the table, and Jeeves scowling at a pan of smouldering lumps of fresh-baked charcoal. “Oh! Sir…” Straightening, summoning up his dignity, Jeeves cleared his throat and spoke perfectly normally, “Good morning, sir.” Despite his calm tone, high spots of colour lurked upon the damask cheeks.

Bed-tousled and drowsy, Bertie shook his head, crossing to Jeeves, cupping pink-tinged cheeks in gentle hands, and leaning up to share a tender kiss. “Ignore this for now. I’m taking you out to breakfast, my dear man.”

[lawnnun.livejournal.com]

So adorable I may die.

[random-nexus.livejournal.com]

*gleesqueak*

Thank you!!!!
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